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Thoughts On A Saturday Night

[A year ago I was in the Netherlands. I welcomed Sinterklaas in my hometown with 2 friends, I welcomed my nephew into this world, I met my niece for the first time, I ate cheese, and spoke Dutch.

It was awesome.

I also missed Nepal.

The grass is always greener…or is it? Cause right now I’m where the greenest grass is.

I am a happy Ruth.]

This afternoon I was at a party in an Australian friends house, and to my great delight, the majority of guests was Nepali. Expats have the tendency to hang out with other expats, rather than making friends with their own neighbors. I am guilty too. But the truth is that cross cultural friendships often demand a lot more energy and adaption than any other.
It’s not always easy or comfortable or natural.
And being guest in this country means you will need to submit to this culture.

Hmm. Maybe I need to make it a goal to invest in more Nepali friendships.

On a completely unrelated side note.
Dutchies! You, down to earth, rational people! Have you ever realized how strange, ridiculous, WEIRD our Sinterklaas tradition is?